Album: This Empty Northern Hemisphere
New York now was nothing but an ice-capade
A cigarette, a fire-escape
Walked this line,
With dust in our pockets for the bedford station line to take us Crazy
The drunkard playing the casio
We’re quiet
Everytime we start starin up And hear
All the loneliest crickets play their violins
Aw what a shame
A subway ride was never meant to last.